The works of Alexander Pope, with notes and illustrations, by himself and others. To which are added, a new life of the author [&c.] by W. Roscoe, Том 31847 |
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... hear away their rage . III . But when our Country's cause provokes to Arms , How martial music ev'ry bosom warms ! So when the first bold vessel dar'd the seas , High on the stern the Thracian rais'd his strain , While Argo saw her ...
... hear away their rage . III . But when our Country's cause provokes to Arms , How martial music ev'ry bosom warms ! So when the first bold vessel dar'd the seas , High on the stern the Thracian rais'd his strain , While Argo saw her ...
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... hear the Poet's prayer : Stern Proserpine relented , And gave him back the fair . Thus song could prevail O'er death , and o'er hell , NOTES . 71 75 80 85 Ver . 77. ] These images are picturesque and appropriate , and are such notes as ...
... hear the Poet's prayer : Stern Proserpine relented , And gave him back the fair . Thus song could prevail O'er death , and o'er hell , NOTES . 71 75 80 85 Ver . 77. ] These images are picturesque and appropriate , and are such notes as ...
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... hear . Of Orpheus now no more let Poets tell , To bright Cecilia greater pow'r is giv'n ; 125 130 NOTES . which is more natural and tender , and adds a moving epithet , that he called miseram Eurydicen . The repetition of Eurydice in ...
... hear . Of Orpheus now no more let Poets tell , To bright Cecilia greater pow'r is giv'n ; 125 130 NOTES . which is more natural and tender , and adds a moving epithet , that he called miseram Eurydicen . The repetition of Eurydice in ...
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... hear some gentle spirit say , Be not fearful , come away ! The third and fourth lines are eminently good and ... hears a voice calling him away : Vital spark of heav'nly flame , Quit , O quit , this mortal frame ! Trembling , hoping ...
... hear some gentle spirit say , Be not fearful , come away ! The third and fourth lines are eminently good and ... hears a voice calling him away : Vital spark of heav'nly flame , Quit , O quit , this mortal frame ! Trembling , hoping ...
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... hear thee , view thee , gaze o'er all thy charms , And round thy phantom glue my clasping arms . I wake : -no more I hear , no more I view , 235 The phantom flies me , as unkind as you . I call aloud ; it hears not what I say : I ...
... hear thee , view thee , gaze o'er all thy charms , And round thy phantom glue my clasping arms . I wake : -no more I hear , no more I view , 235 The phantom flies me , as unkind as you . I call aloud ; it hears not what I say : I ...
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Стр. 59 - To wake the soul by tender strokes of art, To raise the genius, and to mend the heart, To make mankind, in conscious virtue bold, Live o'er each scene, and be what they behold...
Стр. 46 - Consider'd singly, or beheld too near, Which, but proportion'd to their light, or place, Due distance reconciles to form and grace. A prudent chief not always must display His pow'rs in equal ranks, and fair array, But with th' occasion and the place comply, Conceal his force, nay seem sometimes to fly.
Стр. 347 - Religion blushing veils her sacred fires, And unawares Morality expires. Nor public flame, nor private, dares to shine; Nor human spark is left, nor glimpse divine! Lo! thy dread empire, Chaos! is restored; Light dies before thy uncreating word; Thy hand, great Anarch! lets the curtain fall, And universal Darkness buries all.
Стр. 6 - The world recedes; it disappears! Heaven opens on my eyes! my ears With sounds seraphic ring: Lend, lend your wings! I mount! I fly! O Grave! where is thy victory? O Death! where is thy sting?
Стр. 317 - Show all his paces, not a step advance. With the same cement, ever sure to bind, We bring to one dead level every mind. Then take him to develop, if you can, And hew the block off, and get out the man. 270 But wherefore waste I words? I see advance Whore, pupil, and laced governor from France. Walker! our hat' nor more he deigned to say, But, stern as Ajax
Стр. 97 - Statesman \ yet friend to Truth! of soul sincere, ' In action faithful, and in honour clear ; 'Who broke no promise, serv'd no private end, 'Who gain'd no title, and who lost no friend ; 'Ennobled by himself, by all approv'd, 'And prais'd, unenvy'd, by the Muse he lov'd.
Стр. 268 - O could I flow like thee, and make thy stream My great example, as it is my theme! Though deep, yet clear, though gentle, yet not dull, Strong without rage, without o'er-flowing full.
Стр. 18 - How oft, when press'd to marriage, have I said, Curse on all laws but those which love has made! Love, free as air, at sight of human ties, Spreads his light wings, and in a moment flies, Let wealth, let honour, wait the wedded dame, August her deed, and sacred be her fame; Before true passion all those views remove, Fame, wealth, and honour! what are you to Love?
Стр. 6 - Hark! they whisper; Angels say, Sister Spirit, come away. What is this absorbs me quite? Steals my senses, shuts my sight, Drowns my spirits, draws my breath?
Стр. 345 - Heav'n before, Shrinks to her second cause, and is no more. Physic of Metaphysic begs defence, And Metaphysic calls for aid on Sense! See Mystery to Mathematics fly! In vain! they gaze, turn giddy, rave, and die, Religion blushing veils her sacred fires, And unawares Morality expires.